by Jacqui Mseleku-Ngwane
In my line of work I have seen so much abuse and injustice that happens in the name of culture. I am a dynamic Zulu woman, raised in a cosmopolitan household so different from normal Zulu households. I guess because my granny was of mixed cultures and I don’t think she even knew what Zulu culture meant completely. I could be wrong, I never learned any cultural practices that I was supposed to learn. All I learned was how to be a dynamic assertive powerhouse who must not be limited by any challenge or circumstances.
No one prepared me for my marriage into a family so immersed in culture. It was like I was a child again learning a new set of rules of behavior where a woman is submissive, reserved, quiet, not allowed to take control of her life. It was an awakening to the challenges of…
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